Tralalala! I actually didn't mean to go this long without updating - and I totally just wrote two chapters so I think you are getting another one tomorrow! Look forward to it, ne? This is kind of a 'calm before the storm' sort of chapter. I know you didn't want angst, but this story needs it...I guess. Oh I'm writing a threesome fic, I don't know what I'm talking about.

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Anise: Don't worry, you get to find all that stuff out. I'm glad to know the someone is actually interested though, cause I was totally sitting there like 'does anyone even care'?

Disclaimer: Nope, sorry, I don't own it! I'm just borrowing the boys for a bit!

-Disregard the crazy lady and enjoy the story, please-

"Did Fuji leave?" Oishi looked around as he headed into the kitchen. After staying holed up in his room for two hours, he'd finally given in to the needs of his stomach and ventured out for food.

"Ah." Came the answer from the living room as Oishi walked past.

Tezuka was reading a book on the couch, looking way too calm for Oishi to feel relaxed. The fact that he hadn't given a yes or no answer was enough permission for Fuji to suddenly become completely predatory and wasn't trying to hide it either. While there was an obvious reason for him to be wary of Fuji, Tezuka was the complete opposite. Calm, unphased, and though still taking advantage of Oishi's not-really-an-answer, was acting completely normal otherwise. Instead of reassuring him though, it made him even more tense.

Feeling safe in the kitchen he rooted through the shelves. Shamelessly going for the junk food which was reserved almost specifically for him. While Fuji liked exotic and interesting foods, and Tezuka enjoyed regular healthy foods, Oishi usually went for the easiest things. This week the front contender was a big bag of chips, the really salty ones which he had to practically bribe Fuji to get for him.

Oishi didn't exactly want to make the trip back through the living room of awkwardness, but instead set up camp right at the kitchen counter. Glancing at the refrigerator which had several pictures and random phone numbers on it. Then to the sink, the floor, anywhere as he tried to have just one moment to not think about his current predicament. He had promised to think about it, now he just had to work up the courage to seriously and actually think about what he would be putting himself in store for. What he ended up breaking up with one of them? Or they got jealous of eachother? And how were they supposed to ...you know together?

"Here." Tezuka was sudenly in front of him, holding out a plate covered by a paper towel. "Fuji made it for you, and said to leave the chips alone or he'll get a lock for the whole cupboard."

"He wouldn't." Oishi's eyes widened, as he put the chips down and took the plate. Knowing fully well that Fuji would. He headed over to the table and sat, taking off the paper towel and staring at the food Fuji had lovingly put together. In a literal sense. He'd made Oishi and omalet with one of those hearts in ketchup on it, and had also decorated in the rest of the plate with ketchup hearts.

"Eh. I'm don't think I'm so hungry anymore." Oishi sighed as he stared at the plate. He jumped as he heard his stomach growl in protest, refusing to look at Tezuka or the food, or anything as he tried to slip out of his seat.

"Here." Tezuka was pushing a fork full of egg toward his mouth, still looking completely stoic and unamused. "Open."

Tezuka would be a horrible mother. Oishi thought as he complied weakly, receiving the food and chewing slowly. It was good, of course, most things Fuji made were delicious. Which was why he didn't mind letting Tezuka finish feeding him the rest, forkful by forkful. It was sort of nice, and somewhat amusing considering Tezuka's expression hadn't changed in the last ten minutes.

"That was really good." Oishi sighed happily, taking his plate to the sink and dropping it in for later. He didn't really have anything to do today, maybe later grade some papers, but it was too early for that. He glanced over to the table to find Tezuka had already dissapeared back to the living room. Not exactly wanting to spend time with him alone at this point, Oishi decided to close himself in his room to do some more not-really-thinking and trying to avoid the situation.

He had a feeling he would be spending a lot of time alone in his room from now on.

Oishi had been in his room all day, working on things for school, going on the computer and texting. In fact, he'd almost been able to forget the situation he was currently in. Especially once it got to around six o'clock and his stomach started growling and Fuji still hadn't gotten back. He was going to have to journey through the Living Room of Awkwardness at this point and he really didn't want to. Because right now...well...it was awkward.

Which was why as soon as he heard the front door open he bolted out of his room and saw Fuji walking in with two bags looking incredibly pleased with himself, he said way too happily. "Fuji!" Only to blush five seconds afterwards and thus the 'situation' and all its pesky details came flooding back to him.

"I'm so glad you're happy to see me, Oishi." Fuji grinned as he walked up to Oishi and handed him one of the bags. "Take this for me?"

"Sure." Trying to avoid contact with Fuji's had as he took the plastic bag. He glanced curiously at the other once which wasn't see through and before he could stop himself asked. "Whats in there?"

"Ah, ah." Fuji patted Oishi on the head lightly and began to walk toward his and Tezuka's room. "You will just have to wait and see."

If Oishi wasn't so hungry he would've been so very gone at that moment. Instead he stood there, pondering the possibility of him gaining even more psychological damage than he seemed to already be getting. The answer seemed be yes, very yes. Head down, he nearly bumped into Tezuka who was headed after Fuji, while walking to the kitchen. While normally he would've felt safer having Tezuka know, things just seemed to go even more down hill.

omake;;

Location: Tezuka and Fuji's Bedroom

Topic: The Bag

"Was this really neccessary?"

"I thought it would be like a symbol or something to commimerate the day."

"You are going to wash them right?"

"So we can use them?"

"We don't even know when that time will come."

"Oh, it will be soon, very soon. He he he."

"Fuji..."

"Tezuka...-chu-"

Ramblings: I love line breaks if you hadn't noticed. It sucks that word pad doesn't have them, I have to do the dashes instead. Anyway, there is angst next chapter and the chapter after that, so this was your 'feel good' moment. Hope you enjoyed it!

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Tabis